The only memories of us that exist lie in my own head, in my heart, and I suppose the words you see before you, if you’re even reading this at all. Loving In The Moment… I never really bother to, too much wishing, hoping, and praying for you.

A reflection on the value of photographs and the memories they evoke.

We should have seen the signs.

Photographs capture moments in time.

Some say inspiration comes from God, others proclaim that’s a farce; does it really matter? What is the concept of inspiration? Are there right and wrong inspirations; if so how can you tell the difference?

Skywatching continued.

A poem for my memory.

George first began to notice women when he was thirty-six. This was surprising, considering that George had got married at the age of twenty-nine and had three children. But then you see, getting married to one particular woman is not the same as noticing women in general.

I will always remember how you used to laugh.

Letters and photographs are no substitute for a living person.